But as he threw back his topcoat, and she saw his voluminous soft silk tie of magenta with vermilion dots, his low rolling collar, and his longish mane of hair, she felt an instinctive dislike to the man.

Her sense of justice, however, made her reserve judgment until she knew more of him, and she invited him to tarry a few moments.
Blaney sat down, gracefully enough, and chatted casually, but Patty realised that Nan was looking him over and resented it.

And, somehow, Blaney didn't appear to advantage in the Fairfield drawing-room, as he did in his own surroundings.

His attitude, while polite, was the least bit careless, and his courtesy was indolent rather than alert.

In fact, he conducted himself as an old friend might have done, but in a way which was not permissible in a stranger.
Nan led the conversation to the recent work of some comparatively new and very worthwhile poets.